“don’t suck your thumb, i’m near.
lean forward, suck in the gut.
scraped knees don’t hurt,
i can see through any walls.
no, this is the purveyance always.
transcends sight and follows you.
you’re a man, or not, now.
but i can still see through walls.
so, don’t suck your thumb, boy.
~”
―
L.P. Cowling,
PFI: Poetry Collection
